Panther Park There is no luck in the draw, but only the success of the dealer

But Alara would not submit.

She stood tall with tail lashing high above her back. Her pale eyes never left the man, never faltered, though a single paw lifted in silent preparation for her flight.

Presented with two options, she would choose neither. Hadn't this man learned anything by now? Surely he was old enough to know this, at least: wild women never did what they were told.